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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted

December 25 – Dreams

by Trish / 26/12/2020

I don’t think of those things that are tangible as being dreams. I never really have. I don’t dream about being a writer, I just am, even when I’m not. It’s not an intangible thing. It feels ridiculously concrete given it’s ethereal nature. No, dreams are that which are all and nothing simultaneously. But this is me. When I go to sleep, I dream. They are vivid, active, and I come back with them mostly intact. Strangely incorporeal, and yet…

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Musings and reflection Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

December 21 – Longest Night

by Trish / 21/12/2020

I was a different person then, and so the expectation that I should write the same,work the same, be the same, is silly. Within the same breath, I am still me, Perhaps just moreStill. I sat up late with the spirits,Welcomed the long night at 3:02 am my time.We were quiet together, I think they save the most raucous storiesFor when I sleep. Because that’s the timeI don’t stop myself from feeling everythingAnd anything really is possible. The trees outside…

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December 19 – The Depth of the Sky

by Trish / 20/12/2020

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The best clothes have good pockets, I think the same could be true of the sky.A simple design that allows it to tuck away stars it doesn’t need until later, which could be thousands of light years, give or take. But this is taking for granted that I am speaking of the night sky, because in the dark, depths are unimaginable, there is no strict definition to surroundings, the world ensconced in a hazy shadow of time and space memory.…

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December 18 – A poem I wish I’d written

by Trish / 18/12/2020

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It’s you. You’re just so so good, even when you don’t think that could be true. Perhaps that’s when, most of all. How blinded to your own light you can be, the intrinsic nature of your existence seems so obviousBut it’s hard to see out when you’re in it. You’re poetry, plain and simple, the way the words sift themselves into something more than their simplest meaningIn that space on your tongue where your heart and mind collide. You invite…

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December 15 – Resonance

by Trish / 15/12/2020

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Tuning forks come to mind. But then thoughts just radiate from there.(ha!) I am surrounded by hum. I am comprised of hum.As are you. And now I’ve ended up in a place where I consider how delightful it is to write something that resonates, and the darkness that goes along with that. It is empowering to feel relevant, to have contrived to create something that other people look at and say, ‘omg I know this thing! I feel this thing!…

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December 14 – Watercolour

by Trish / 15/12/2020

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There is a sense that nothing is real, here. This is but a reflection in a pond, surrounded by a garden of plants mostly indiscernible with regard to anything except shapes so vague, we rarely agree on what they represent. Perspective shifts with the tides, leaving us guessing as to whether it’s a mermaid or a seal When all the time it was both. Limited by vision I believe everything I see! used to be the rallying cry of the…

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Poetry Prompted Self-Realization

December 12 – How do you play?

by Trish / 15/12/2020

It used to be effortless, in that way that children have of never finding ways to get in their own way. And then it got a bit more difficult, once I’d learned that skill. But I’m unlearning more and more each day. I play it fast and loose, with a string tied around my finger to remind myself keep it high and tight now and then. I play it loud when the urge takes me, though I have more consideration…

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December 11 – I remember

by Trish / 14/12/2020

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I remember the first time I did everything. I remember first days, first times, first smells, first songs. I can’t always bring them forth instanteously, but they are there, pervasive and influencing every moment that came after them. I remember the first time I saw you, I do. I remember the feeling I had, that knowing this was something, knowing we were something. This wasn’t just ships in the night, we were entities orbiting one another, unable to deny the…

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December 10 – Someone else’s cat

by Trish / 14/12/2020

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He waits for him, every morning.The remote start engine ticking over before spark catches alerts the window friend to be ready.He thinks he’s a he and who am I to argue?His namenotname is Ikigai.Each morning he is there waiting, a constant in a world that is ever flux. Each afternoon is the same, sitting in the window with a quiet assurance of “oh look, yes, we’re still here. There is no cause to be concerned.”…

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December 9 – Roadtrip Playlist

by Trish / 14/12/2020

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This feels like a summer thing, like a highway thing, like something that stretches between horizons with no interruptions beyond a quick stop for fuel and food. Remember when we used to road trip to the grocery store? When every moment was a chance for an adventure beyond the realm of the mundane day to day? Remember when we didn’t even know the word mundane because that just isn’t how we roll? We forgot to make time for sunsets, forgot…